#loss of a pet
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"Life update"
So uhm.. I don't know how posting art will go these days, it might take sometime or not! Maybe I'll get motivated by distracting myself, who knows! But, today I lost one of my hammies Avalanche to health complications we couldn't do much about. And I feel more at peace maybe sharing and remembering my little ones.
I've had many throughout the years, all who I tried my best to keep healthy for as long as possible. They were all so unique too!
Ironic enough my little baldr is still standing healthy and strong, but that's honestly a relief to me.
My first pet was a black rat named Aksell! Who luckily enough passed away of old age. I remember getting him around Christmas because I had always wanted a pet :)
Aksell December 2016 - 2019
Snowball was a pure white dwarf hamster and the sweetest little girl out there. She was the first pet I was able to hold and she often licked my hand. She was so affectionate! She too would pass away from old age.
Snowball 2029 - 11th August 2021
Kulla/Squirrel was another dwarf hamster I got right after Snowball. He was so round I called him a ball in Norwegian, but he looked like a Squirrel so that's what his english name would be. Sadly he got a tumor around his abdomen area and the only thing I could do was care for him. He passed before Snowball too..
11th September 2021 only a month after Snowball.. I got you avalanche and now on April 10th 2024 you've passed away.
Joining your siblings in helheim, I'll miss the way you were a copy of Snowball, how you'd be so affectionate and let me hold you 🤍
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Death wraps its grip around you, old friend, and its fingers do not gently cradle. Shallow breaths and stolen flesh, life is just as harsh. Grief trickles in, then floods, mourning what has already been lost and what is to come. A shovel leans against the house, and a final bed lies waiting. Time crawls as you continue to fight, but in the end there is rest. You rejoin the earth, and I reacquaint myself with loss.
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I had been pondering and debating whether or not to draw attention to this, since it all began during a time when there were being scams of people that don't even have pets asking for money using stolen pet pictures... but now it's not as important and I've had time to process it.
Warning for mentions of death.
November 2023 we lost one of our cats, and then on December it was the second anniversary of the death of our dog.
Both of them were amazing pets for a person that is so quick to feel drained as I am.
So, I feel like I should talk about them. Starting from the very beginning.
This is Lucky. Not particularly imaginative but he is! My brother found him as a kitten, abandoned in a local park; he was really concerned for the kitten, and took him with him. He took the kitten to the vet because there was something strange on one of the eyes - he has a tiny nick ON HIS EYE, but the vet managed to save the eye!
Mom wasn't super-thrilled, but the kitten endeared himself to her enough to keep.
Then, Thomas.
He 100% used to be a housecat. A coworker of my mom's found him in her backyard, limping a little - knowing we had taken in a cat already, she wondered if we wanted to take in another.
Yes. It helped a lot that this cat is gentle and well-behaved. A quick vet visit revealed the leg was just a bit swollen, probably from a bruise. By the second day he responded to the name we gave him, and when presented a collar, he stood still for us to put it on.
Vet calculated, approximately, he was like 4 or 5 years old already.
Then Blacky, the one that just passed last November. And her kittens.
That is Blacky, The Darling (the one with short hair) and Merida. Not included are Babe (I don't have pictures of her that won't make me Doxx myself), and a male kitten we only had for like 2 weeks before someone else adopted him.
My mom picked Blacky up with her kittens included. At first we thought Blacky was young herself, since she was so small.
We only had a little plate for food, so we worried it would be chaotic. The kittens were actually old enough for kibble, and maybe all of them would jump on the plate at the same time.
Kind of! Blacky actually waited for her kittens to eat - we refilled the plate for the kittens that had yet to eat, and only after we refilled the plate a second time did she begin to eat.
Blacky turned out to be older than we thought, probably 6 years, and had really bad teeth from a life in the street. She was easily angered, and distrustful of Thomas (probably because he is a larger cat), she allowed herself to be picked up only briefly, starting to hiss if we held her for too long. We eventually won her over, and she allowed herself to be handled for longer periods of time.
She became larger, as did her kittens. They were malnourished, but now they had food aplenty.
Then came Spot, the troublemaker.
He only has a single brushstroke of white on his head. Cried a lot, very nervous, but loving and cuddly.
Then, Trooper, our dog.
He was a housepet, no doubt. He could shake! He warned us when he needed to go outside.
Literally followed mom home one day.
Really chill dog. He probably was 6 years when we got him. His teeth were horrid. He didn't run or jump too much.
I loved him as much as I could.
Then, Otto.
He is more energetic than the others, and gets into the occasional fight with others.
Trooper would bark at them whenever that happened, helped get some order back.
Trooper was sick, though, we didn't know how much just yet. He loved getting bits of ham, and French fries, and he nuzzled so gently.
He had kidney problems, and even trying to get medications for him we weren't quite on time. He would have difficulty walking, and, in fact, that picture of him is from the last week he was willing to walk long distances.
The walks had been... I think as good for me as they were for him. I got to know more of my neighborhood. I got fresh air more often.
My phone, at the time, was pretty new, and this is the only picture I have of him on it. My mom has more. I used to be reluctant to take pictures, but something compelled me to take the picture.
He eventually would not even stand, and it was during the middle of Christmas break for the vet, so we had to hold on...
We got him to the vet, had him stay the night, but he got real bad over the night. He looked to be in such pain, we had to let him sleep.
And so we went forward.
2023 comes, and Blacky starts having trouble eating. She had lost several teeth because they had gone so bad they needed to be taken out, and now it seemed the last ones were giving her trouble. Feeding her was difficult, but we endured.
She spent more and more time in my room, as she would go there to avoid Spot and Otto's shenanigans. I leave my door closed because of them, so she understood it was a safe place.
She even got to let Thomas near her.
But even cleaning her teeth would not help her mouth issues, she was losing so much weight, so the difficult choice was made to have the rest taken out. It was a risk because she did NOT do well under the anesthesia the few times she had to have something done.
She came back, no longer any teeth left, but she ate her fill - she even got into dry kibble! She must have been so hungry...
But she, indeed, reacted poorly to the anesthesia. She stopped eating and drinking water regularly.
Oh, she held on to life with all she had. We tried getting her to the vet. She got an IV, medication for her kidneys (she was having a special diet for it, too, before she stopped eating).
She looked so much better! She was perhaps a bit grouchy over being held so long, but she needed warmth...
She held on with everything she had, tried to walk...
But in the end, she passed during the night.
Since I was taking care of her so much and so often, and she hung around my room all the time, my mom gave her my last name for the little memorial we got of her.
Financially, my mom took care of things, as she had been the one to take in the cats in the first place - I could not have done so myself. I can barely take care of myself, but with them, it helped me move in order to take care of them.
I feel like I should have done better, even though, realistically, there wasn't much I personally could have done without being a veterinarian.
Here is to pets. They love us as we love them, and some times, the have to leave sooner than expected.
#ansrit post#loss of a pet#cats#dogs#pets#my pets#pet dog#pet cat#Rescued pets#Picking up strays#adopt a dog#adopt a cat#Pet pictures
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RIP our beautiful boy. I miss you so much.
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Haven't posted here on Tumblr for a while (probably because of p*rnbots), but…
Recently made a memorial to my old dog Sara, who was put down at the vet over a week ago. She was a beautiful and friendly soul that I'm missing already. She was a positive influence for my life.
She had an infection that kept coming back no matter how much medicine we gave her, and some parts of her body stopped functioning.
She lived an impressive and LONG 18 years, which is impressive for a schnug (schnauzer/pug mix). It's still heartbreaking to lose a beloved pet that can also be considered a family member.
R.I.P. Sara - 6/18/2005—9/22/2023
You will be forever missed.
#animal crossing#acnh#animal crosing new horizons#rest in peace#heartbroken#pet memorial#loss of pet#loss of dog#loss of a pet#memorial
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Just had to put my cat down last night.
TW below the cut: Starvation & death
My gray tuxedo cat, Clouseau [clue-so], was put down at 9:10pm EST on March 4th, 2024. He was my unregistered emotional support animal, a major lovebug, and a *velcro cat. Even when he was sick and could hardly walk, he came to me and climbed into my lap when I cried. He was one of the best cats I ever have had/will have and will be missed dearly by so many people.
*Velcro cat: Feline companions that follow their humans everywhere are often referred to as “Velcro pets” because of their desire to be attached to your side.
You may be curious; why did we euthanize him? Well, not only did he have thyroid disease, kidney disease, and POSSIBLY lymphoma, but he was also starving himself. And on top of that, he was FIV+, meaning his body just couldn't fight these things off like a normal cat's immune system could have, even with the plethora of medicines we were giving him.
My brother, who wanted nothing to do with this cat, broke down into tears before we left, holding the cat for the first and only time ever, grieving just like me, my mom, and my cousin were.
He said he wants to be a part of the next cats' lives.
It was my first time being a part of the euthanasia process, and it was the longest hour I've ever experienced. I held him when it happened, and my mom and I held each other for a long time when we got to the car.
I went to bed at 10:30 last night as opposed to 12/1 am.
He's been so sick, though, that this morning, I feel a lot less awful than I thought I would be feeling. He's out of pain, He's with his brother now! And as much as I miss him, he wasn't living the life he deserved to live. He was suffering. My mom thinks I did a lot of my grieving before he died, and I came to terms with it relatively early on.
Of course, I still miss him, though.
All I hope is that he was greeted with open arms by his brother, who we not only lost last February, but was also his best friend.
We will be going to the shelter on Friday in hopes of adopting 2 new cats.
Hold your animals close, guys. The void they'll leave once they're gone is suffocating.
Rest in peace, Clouseau. Mommy loves you. ❤️
#tw: death#tw: starvation#tw: loss#pets#loss of a pet#losing a cat#losing a pet#loss of a friend#sad#cats#cats are everything#emotional support#grief and love#grief and mourning#grief
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fly high, mako
my hermit crab, mako died today, i didn't have him long but he was amazing. may i never forget this shell <3
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Rocky, aka Rockstar (right), passed today. He had testicular cancer. He was three. A good age for a little mouse.
He was such a good little guy. Always waited up for me after work, even when everyone else was sleeping. He loved to sploot on top of their house all the time. I wish I had a picture of that. I wish I had more pictures, period.
Thanks little dude, for the past three years. You were such a good, good friend. I'm sad, but relieved that you're not in pain anymore. Say hi to your mama and sibs over the Rainbow Bridge for me.
🐀🌈♥️
#cw animal death#such a good boy#i wish i was better about taking pictures#rainbow bridge#loss of a pet
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The Rainbow Bridge...
The Rainbow Bridge…
Losing one of our babies hurts. I try to bring comfort with my artwork. The words of The Rainbow Bridge went perfect with my new Forever Love piece. I also offer custom dog memorials…just ask.
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#colorful dog art#custom dog art#dog art#dog loss#dog lover#dog lovers#dog memorial#dog memorials#dog prints#dogs#gift for dog lovers#loss of a dog#loss of a pet#rainbow bridge#sharon cummings#sharon cummings art#the rainbow bridge
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On the 9th of this month, I lost my rabbit, Stuart. I loved him so much because he was my only best friend I had. After my friends found out about my loss, in addition to mourning it, one of them, NOTG, drew his fursona, Ather, hugging my third fursona, Aeron, comforting him.
He made this beautiful drawing to console me, because he knows what it's like to lose a pet, since last year he also lost his best friend, who was a dog. But it's okay now, because I've already gotten over my rabbit's death. However, although I overcame this pain quickly, I still miss my rabbit a lot.
Like, just yesterday I wanted to see him, but I remembered that he died and that affected me... You know that feeling of being used to seeing the one you loved every day? That's what happened to me. Just remembering my rabbit makes me miss him so much, and I really wish he was still here with me... But what matters is that I've already overcome that horrible pain of losing the pet that I loved so much :')
If you want to see my friend's incredible work, click here: www.instagram.com/notg_arts/
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No dia 9 deste mês, eu perdi o meu coelho, Stuart. Eu amava muito ele, porque ele foi o meu único melhor amigo que tive. Depois que os meus amigos souberam da minha perda, além de se lamentarem por isso, um deles, NOTG, desenhou o fursona dele, Ather, abraçando o meu terceiro fursona, Aeron, confortando-o.
Ele fez esse lindo desenho pra me consolar, pois ele sabe como é perder um pet, já que ano passado ele também perdeu sua melhor amiga, que era uma cadela. Mas tá tudo bem agora, porque eu já consegui superar a morte do meu coelho. Porém, que eu tenha superado essa dor até que de forma rápida, ainda sinto muita saudade do meu coelho.
Tipo, ontem mesmo fui querer vê-lo, mas me lembrei que ele morreu e isso me afetou... Sabe aquela sensação de estar acostumado a ver aquele que você amava todos os dias? É o que aconteceu comigo. Só de me lembrar do meu coelho já sinto muita falta dele, e às queria muito que ele ainda estivesse aqui comigo... Mas o que importa é que já superei aquela dor horrível de perder o pet que eu amava muito :')
Caso queiram conhecer o trabalho incrível do meu amigo, cliquem aqui: www.instagram.com/notg_arts/
#furry#anthro#anthro art#furry art#digital art#line art#best friends#fursona#fursona art#rabbit#cheetah#hug#comforting#loss#loss of a loved one#loss of a pet#pain#sad art#sadness#grief#dealing with grief#friend love#comfort art#not my art
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I always said that you had the sky in your eyes.
Somewhere in my brain there is a memory of me meeting you for the first time. Somewhere in my brain there is a memory of introducing you to my grandma. Somewhere in my brain there is a memory of when we brought you home.
I can stand outside in the January cold with Gatorade on my lips, and your nose will come to sniff them for a brief moment. I can put a blanket on you and expect that you stay warm, but I still worry about you. I can watch an older movie to forget about what’s going on for a bit. I can stay up and talk to my best friend about what’s going on as he expresses his sympathy.
No matter how much I cuddled you and gave you treats and scratched your back, it never felt like enough. I feel guilty. But you don’t see it that way, do you? All you can do is love me, and that’s all you ever have to do. No, I’m sorry, it’s all you ever had to do.
You’re gone.
It’s ok, I can make it through this. Say hi to Grandma for me.
#writblr#writer#writers on tumblr#writing#writers and poets#tw grief#grief poetry#grief poem#grief/mourning#loss of a pet#loss
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TW animal death
So a couple years ago I adopted a cat. Named him levi. He had FIV and we knew he was on borrowed time. Already 10yo, had been through hell and back as a stray. But the sweetest, kindest cat. So loving and just a gentle old man.
Today I was FaceTiming with my daughter and her dad. The two of them were playing outside and we were just chatting. My ex’s dad called him frantically to go inside, and my ex found Levi unable to use his back legs, and breathing very heavily. I essentially was hung up on, for good reason.
He took him to the closest animal hospital, about 45 min from where he lives. They put him on oxygen, gave him meds for the pain and fluids. My ex just got the call that there’s nothing they can do for him. He has blood clots possibly caused by the fiv.
Im a mess. I found him at a PetSmart, they had an event going on for adoptable pets through some local humane societies. Tons of kittens and this cage in the back with this lonely white cat that no one would go near. I scooped him up. My soul cat had just died (if you ever see a pic of me I have his face tattooed to my chest) and idk I just felt really drawn to Levi.
In November of 2022 I had to dip. My ex was abusive as all hell to me. (I won’t get into all that and why we have split custody etc. and why I had been living with him for so long before moving) but I had to leave Levi behind. I hated it. And still do. But moving from Kentucky to idaho isn’t exactly easy for a cat who’s 10. So he kept him. I know he took care of him. Just. I hate it. I hate that I can’t do anything.
I’m going to miss my big fluffy baby.
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Gadgets & Gizmos
an extra face in family photos,
it came and went so fast.
claw marks in the leg of a chair,
a reminder of days long past.
a hyperactive bundle of fur,
an annoyance to every visitor.
a vibrant hum, a resounding purr;
a well-remembered signature.
unfamiliar with the outside world,
he quickly made an enemy.
teeth were bared and curses growled —
he stayed indoors eventually.
a floor no longer coated in hair,
a sight that makes me sad;
a single photo in disrepair,
a memory of times we had.
we never could replace his face,
fill the absence of his sounds.
but here in this now-empty space,
are memories abound.
#poetry#original poetry#original poem#poet#poets on tumblr#grief#cat owner#loss of a pet#personal poetry#serenitypoetry#spilled ink#i messed up the posting order a bit so i could have this specifically post Nov 18
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You are no longer here with me but I promised you before you left that I will be okay. And I will be okay.
—2:06PM
#feelings#thoughts#life#love#grief comes in waves#grief#sorrow#goodbye#I miss you#I will be okay#I love you#you are always here in my heart#forever mine#loss of a pet#loss of a loved one#jl
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Albert died Thursday evening at around six fifty five pm. I held him as he died, watching until his heart stopped. I already miss the little fricker so much. Rest in peace you silly blob
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